Despite your fragility
Your form is woven of godflesh
Your wings powerful enough to cut through sky
Your flesh tormented and broken, but finely created
Washed upon the shore, injured, decayed
The song you sing gracility
I wonder if you live, but then feel your soft breath
They call you a demon, but I ask why
Our love eternal and ill fated
This beauty, in darkness, a dance delayed
Our flesh connect
In a intricate ballet
